"my man"...

I'm always writing about my sister's and posting pictures of them,but i haven't written anything about my parents yet.
well now I'm going to write about my father,not both of them because my mother is not with us (they separated for eleven or twelve years now) and that's another story.
i love him like everyone else does,but of course we have our share of misunderstanding and petty fights (he always started it) i guess parents have different views and opinion on about everything,while children have our way of refusing everything.
when my parents separated for the reason we still don't know until now,we left in the care of our father well she can leave but ALONE.its not because that's what she want but because that's what my father wants,so my father raised us alone,good thing he doesn't look for a stepmother,so he cook for us,clean the house and do everything.well he cant expect any help from us by that time cos me being the eldest is only twelve years old,were a bit spoiled so at that age i didn't know anything,besides playing with my sisters,i remember every graduation he's the one who go with us,not our mother,cos mother usually does.he's always there thinking only us,not himself,not any woman. so whatever happen hes always be my man,OUR MAN.